Quiet Rage, severe longing

I'm screaming at the top of my lungs,
in my head.
I can't shake this itching feeling,
of dread.
I hate everything around me,
all the time.
I need someone to love me,
on a dime.
Fictional characters,
are more real.
Than the people with whom everyday,
I have to deal.
I'd rather ball up,
under my covers.
Than have to deal,
with potential lovers.
Too sensitive,
too scared.
Can't handle my insecurities,
being bared.

I don't just want to be loved,
I need to be loved.

Love me regardless,
of all my quirks.
Love me relentlessly,
whatever works.
Love me insatiably,
so addictive.
Love me viciously,
almost vindictive.
Love me any way you please,
just please, love me.